Look at me still talking when there's science to do (Open Post)

[sansational]

Sans is starting to get a handle on this place. Perhaps more to the point, and more potentially useful, is that he's started to get a handle on its inhabitants. There are a few that he keeps a personal eye on on a semi-regular basis, even if they don't always know it. The rest, he's just made note of their passage and their movements. It's all for professional purposes, of course.

And that means that, when he's finally ready to do so, Sans can make contact with every person currently in the castle, either in-person if he knows them by name or by leaving a note somewhere they'll see it if he doesn't yet. Whether by spoken or written word, the message is nevertheless always the same. It's a request to meet him in the ballroom with the cakes table at a certain time and place. From his observations, it seems to be one of the more stable rooms in the castle, so everyone should be able to find it. 

On the stated day, at the stated time, everyone will...still have to wait five minutes for Sans to pull himself together after a nap, remember what he's supposed to be doing, and suddenly appear inside the room, still in the process of hastily smoothing out his notecards. 

"so, uh, yeah," he says, looking from the assembled residents to the cards and back again. "should probably explain what you're all doing here. so. i'm sure you've all noticed that this castle has got some weird things going on, above and beyond the whole, uh...stealing us from across time and space thing. i'm also assuming that most of you want to go home and won't mind helping me figure out a way to get us there." He gestures at the table. "to do that, i'm gonna need to start testing some of these theories. guesswork is fun, but it doesn't get us anywhere. timing how long it takes this place to reset something seems like a good start. and so this particular experiment runs as cleanly as possible, uh...i'm gonna need your help eating everything on that table. like, all of it. just don't choke on any shiny bits." 

Message delivered, Sans crams the notecards back in his pocket, and spreads his arms in silent indication for everyone to dig in. 

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Comments

[folklorist]

Sophie he knew all too well and yet he was just as surprised to see here regardless. Faces he hasn't seen or heard from in ages were just constantly bombarding him here and he had half a mind to think it was another trick by Yao or something else. But, either way his smile is wide as he bends down on one knee to greet the young girl.

"Sophie! It's so good to see you again!" Here he'll look back at Tauril with a bright smile, "and you must be her friend?"

[lostlegacy]

"This is Tauriel," she tells him. "She's an elf. And this is Sunny. He's from Luceti like me!"

She beams at both of them, almost on her tiptoes.

[lightofthestars]

Sunny? He does seem to be bright and warm in his speech with Sophie, but...she had thought the naming customs of mortals were different. Maybe it is because he hails from Luceti.

"Well met, Sunny," she greets him.